MissMeliss: Escribition

It's just acouple minutes before two in the morning, and instead of sleeping, which my eyes are telling me I should be doing, I just finished downloading Trillian, because I'm really tired of having eight thousand different messaging icons and this way I only need one. Simple is good, and this seems to work, at [...]

[HazeyDaze] posted an entry about Memorial Day that mentioned a co-worker's search for Olallieberry Pie, and it's made me think about how much that dessert has come to mean summer to me.
The first time I ever had it was in 1990, when Santa Cruz was just beginning to recover from the Loma Prieta quake. My [...]

I am lucky, in that 95% of my time at work, the only folks who see me are the boys I work with. Okay, they're not boys, they're all my age or older, but they /act/ like boys much of the time, and they still dress like college students. In a sense, the guys I [...]

My results gave me 78% compatibility with . Which is sort of amusing because I think the longest interaction we've had is “Hi.”
But here's the question of the moment.
How compatible are you with me?

Once upon a time, Xenobia picked up the book A Year in Provence because she loves to read about people adjusting to new places, and experience their adventures, albeit vicariously.
The book stuck with her, partly because she has a deep-seated restlessness brought on by being uprooted so many times in her childhood, and partly because, [...]

1. Name (in whatever form):
Xenobia (I still have this reluctance about using my real name on the net)
2. Your favorite time of day is…? Why?
The hour just before full dawn, on the rare occaisions I'm awake to see it. It's so full of peace and possibility.
3. You're about to [...]

went out to get a hair cut while I took a nap.
When he came home, I was presented with flowers, and a caramel macchiato.
And he apologized for not remembering I'd asked for a frapp.
But there's something soothing about hot coffee in that hour when the air is cooling, and the day is shifting toward night.
Everyone [...]

I'm sitting here wrapped in a huge purple bath sheet trying to figure out what to write about. I've been lax about that, lately, what with giving into my survey-sluttiness, and all.
I'm listening to Andrea Bocelli's Romanza, which is one of my favorite cd's to write with. Since I don't completely understand the lyrics, I'm [...]

1. What is your name?
Xenobia
2.What color pants are you wearing right now?
Blue sweats.
3.What are you listening to right now?
The singing of the birds in the tree near my deck. And planes going by overhead.
4.What are the last four digits of your phone number, mobile or home?
1975
5.What was the last thing you ate?
We had six-cheese pizza [...]

I'm not in the mood to be online, really, but I am, anyway, because an online friend was dangling the prospect of being the first to read one of his poems in front of me like the proverbial carrot.
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I re-colored my hair earlier, because in warm weather it grows incredibly fast and I could see [...]